I moved house last week. We lived in our old place for 5 years, which is now the second longest I've ever resided anywhere. My first was the house I lived in growing up, between the ages of 5 and 16.
The old house was poorly cared for by the landlord and reflected as such. The gyprock from the ceiling was separating and the original paint would flake into your cooking or while you were sleeping. In the living area alone, there was a painted wall, two kinds of wallpaper, wood paneling and as you moved into the kitchen, faux brick. Leaking pipes in both bathrooms had resulted in an incredible amount of wood rot underneath, mice had eaten holes in every corner, the carpet showed abuse from each tenant previous to us and for a long time, 2 out of the three fences was at a 45 degree angle (now only one).
The landlord would inspect every three months, four times a year as she was entitled to. So for 5 years we were questioned and examined as if at any moment, we would reveal ourselves to be meth addicts and blow the place up.
Our new place is a grand total of six months old. Built cheap, as to always function as a rental property. We've upgraded from 3 bedrooms (one which reflected more a study space) to five bedrooms (which includes the 'study'). All the walls match, as does the white tiles in the main area and the carpet in the bedrooms. We have also upgraded from carport to a two space garage. Everything was clean, and the only grievances were a non-working light bulb in the bathroom (halogen down lights) and a non-fitted mailbox (the post man took to launching our mail across the front yard in his annoyance). Both of those we fixed ourselves. We also removed the furniture marks in the carpets with a wet towel and an iron, which were stated as 'permanent' on the condition report. The biggest lie they tell (real estates) is that carpets are 'professionally' cleaned before a tenant moves in.
And so now I sit here, in a make shift fort of boxes around my desk feeling very out of place. Almost as if I was in a short stay hotel suite. There are no stories here or signs anyone else has lived here. It's really odd. I like the house, but I like places that feel like homes. I'm a big fan of older houses (although, more cared for than the previous place) and this one seems a bit too... flash for my style. It's just a off the plan, basic builder's knock up house but still.
I am thinking of just pouring through all my photos and getting some printed and framed for the walls. Some family shots, some travel shots. I can't wait until everything is unpacked and it feels like mine. I like it when you walk into a house and it feels like the space that belongs to that person.
My sister and I are sharing a study at the moment - one of the bedrooms that is without built ins. I think I'll make this space mine. She has her bedroom. I always feel like I need my own space. At the old place I had my own study, but not here. I share a bedroom and a bathroom, a living area and a kitchen as well as a study.
The move has been a major pain in the ass though. Trying to figure out school and being a gown up sucks. Mostly with my mechanics unit, as it's brand new information that I've never been exposed to before. I feel like a lot of the class can use what they've previously gained from engineering studies, physics, etc to navigate the material and put two and two together. I feel like I'm travelling blind a bit and a little break in the material and I feel a little lost. Much like how it felt whenever I was in maths class in high school. Away a day? Good luck trying to get back on top.
I met a ex-baptist girl in another one of my classes. I wouldn't say we're 'friends' but you know, friendly. In short, she's quite odd and gives off that aura of being a little strange. I knew I had to talk to her more, because usually most people who come across odd aren't really at all. She's 20, and said she came out of the church at 16. From what I gather, she's looking at other religions, trying to find her place. She thought I was 20 too, god love her.
She messaged me the other night, wondering why I wasn't in class. I replied moving, and her response so far has been, ' :) meow'. I think she's branching out and trying the 'random' thing. I don't think she'll stay in Industrial Design. I have a feeling she'll move into something like philosophy. That seems to be a trend among the drop outs. Or graphic design at Tafe or private college.
I haven't been back to my parents place since Christmas, and I'm due. Hopefully in October, and fingers crossed not much assassinating in going on. Have been visiting my friend Leanne in hospital, who was all wired up in the epilepsy unit for a week. They were trying to get seizure data, and so removed her from all her meds (including those she takes for a blood disorder) and sleep deprived her. All they got was a small seizure, which meant another trip in a few months. I'll give her lots of credit